Message-ID: <23851asstr$956625004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: usenet From: Rick O X-Original-Message-ID: <1ld9gscohmmvkp97dnsve1l03m4kbfinku@4ax.com> Reply-To: rick_oh@whiteice.com Abuse-Reports-To: abuse at airmail.net to report improper postings Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Cancel-Lock: sha1:PyEDjjvuNz7EuhEq7HgRxC7P5mI= X-NFilter: 1.2.0 Subject: {ASSM} Story: Bonnie and My Sins (F/M spank, rom) Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2000 21:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, apuleius I hope you enjoy this story. I enjoyed writing it. This work is copyright by the author. Commercial use is prohibited without permission. Archiving and reposting of this story unmodified is permitted provided that no fee is charged, either directly or indirectly (including so-called "adult checks") and provided that this disclaimer and attribution to the original author are maintained. Story: Bonnie and My Sins Bonnie came to work as the department secretary to replace one who had recently left. She was probably a few years older than I, and had a sort of "schoolmarm" look about her. She quickly developed a reputation for not taking any crap from anyone, as well as an incisive sense of humor. Bonnie struck me as sort of prudish, from what I observed of her interaction with others. Still, I had a kind of electric feeling of attraction to her. Bonnie frequently was in a side office performing some tedious data entry. She'd occasionally call on me to help with some problems she had when the workstation was not configured correctly, and other types of problems which typically come and go. She felt that she could call on me because I would always take her concerns seriously and she felt that the others on the staff made fun of her for experiencing the problems. One day, after I fixed some configuration problem for her, Bonnie, with a big sigh, resumed her data entry. She looked rather weary, and I felt that attraction to her again. I noticed she was wearing a tan sweater, the one she frequently wore. Then I took a big risk. Standing behind her, I started to give her a shoulder massage. I had no idea how she'd react, and after all, this was the mid-nineties, with all the corporate warnings about sexual harassment. She immediately stopped typing and startd "purring", telling me how good it felt. Meanwhile I was getting quite a sturdy erection from the contact. I continued the shoulder massage for a moment or two, then with a couple of pats on her shoulder, I let her know it was over, and I left. A couple of days later I was "summoned" by Bonnie to the side office where she was busily involved in data entry. She sat down at the workstation and pointed to her shoulder and said, "Rub my shoulders." She said it in an asking way, but I knew it was a command. She purred as I massaged her shoulders and upper back, and as happened the previous time, I got a raging hard-on. With a few tender rubs I finished, and, knowing that my hanging around would present an awkward situation, I left. I had been in Bonnie's work area when other people from the company occasionally gathered, water-cooler style, to complain about management, their salaries, and working conditions. And, keeping quiet, I managed to find out more about Bonnie from what she said to this person and that person. She was divorced, and had lived by herself for many years. She had her own house, and was not "looking for a catch". I decided to have a party at my house as a pretext for getting to know Bonnie better, and I invited her. Actually it was a little get-together, not a big party. Everyone enjoyed themselves. When Bonnie looked as though she was getting ready to leave, I took her aside and said, "Don't leave yet, Bonnie. Stay here and I'll give you a nice back rub after everyone's gone. You won't be so tired after that." She allowed as she liked the idea of getting a back rub, so she stayed and waited patiently for the last of the stragglers to leave, even gathering her coat as if she was going to leave, so it wouldn't be so obvious that she was staying. Bonnie helped me clean up the living room for a few minutes after everyone else left. After making sure that the music wouldn't run out anytime soon, I said, "Okay, time for your back rub." I spread a quilt on the living room floor and motioned for her to come and lay face down on the quilt. I was pleasantly surprised at how willing she was to do that. My hard-on was raging again, and I was taking mental cold showers trying to keep from making an unseemly move. Starting out slowly, I massaged Bonnie's shoulders, and I felt good when she began to make contented sounds. Then, feeling a little bolder, I straddled her and began to give her a deeper back rub. More contented sounds from Bonnie. Encouraged, I placed my hands under her sweater and began to massage her back, starting at her lower back and working upward. When my hands encountered her bra strap, I unhooked it in an instant and lightly scratched her back where her bra strap had covered. I know from experience that women really like that. More purring from Bonnie. I was extremely aroused now. I continued massaging her back, then pulled my hands out from under her sweater, and shifted my attention to her legs. She wore shorts and sneakers that evening, and I started massaging her lower calf and working up. When I got above her knees, I wondered how far I should go. My jeans were almost bursting from my erection, and I'm sure it was seeping. I stopped massaging her legs when I got rather close to her crotch. Leaning forward and giving her a kiss on the back of the neck, I said, "Time to turn over now." Bonnie turned over and as she lay back down, said, "Take off my shoes and socks, Mr. O." She never called me by my first name, but always calling me "Mister O.". My hands almost shaking from the excitement, I undid her shoelaces, slipped the sneakers off from her feet, and tugged off her white socks. Now, I've gotten some good results in the past from giving ladies a good foot massage, so I used that opportunity to take feet in my hands, one at a time, and firmly yet tenderly rub where I thought it would do the most good. Her reactions told me that she liked what I was doing, and after I was finished with the foot massage, I gave each of her feet a quick kiss. Then I started to work up her legs. When my hands were above her knees, I noticed that she was breathing deeply. I worked up to the area just below the hem of her shorts, wondering how to handle the situation next. Fortunately, she handled it for me. Looking me straight in the eye, and in a commanding tone, she said, "Take off your pants, Misterr O. It looks as though you're going to split them." I was a teeny bit embarrassed at her seeing my hard-on, but no woman ever needs to tell me a second time to take off my pants. A slight smile on my face, I pried my socks off, undid my jeans, and pulled them off. My briefs looked like a tent, with my erection straining to get out from under them. "Take those off too, Mister O," Bonnie instructed, much like a fifth-grade teacher to a clueless student. I felt the cool ambient air as I excitedly pulled off my briefs, and my erection was sticking out like a flagpole. Bonnie sat up and took off her sweater, casually throwing it across the room. "You're getting overheated, Mister O. Take off your shirt." I immediately complied, and was now totally naked before this commanding woman. Then she leaned back and was prone. Closing her eyes, she ordered, "Take my shorts off." I slipped my fingers inside the waistband of her shorts and tugged them down and slipped them off. I wondered if I should have taken her panties off with them. As if reading my thoughts, she said "These too." After I helped her out of her panties she was totally naked. "Now continue," she ordered. My nuts were sorely aching with desire for this woman who was several years older than I. I straddled her at the hips and massaged her abdominal area trying to get her relaxed and aroused at the same time. When I got up to the area of her breasts, I made a conscious decision to be a little less cautious. I worked both hands lightly around the base of each breast. Then, running my fingertips gently and tenderly all over her firm breasts, played with the hardening nipples. "You are getting me aroused, Mister O," Bonnie stated flatly in a matter-of-fact tone. I didn't know what to do with that statement. Was it a complaint, or encouragement? Or should I take it at face value as just a statement of fact? I leaned down and placed a lingering kiss on each nipple. Then I massaged her face and forehead area. It occurred to me that I was coming close to the end of the massage, and was desperately trying to decide what to do next. After all, I wasn't the kind of guy who was commanding with women. I was painfully shy. When it was clear that I had finished massaging her forehead, she opened her eyes and stated, "You didn't massage my fanny when I was turned over." With that, she flipped herself over almost instantly and put her legs together. Although it was a delight to massage her bare fanny, I was wondering how and when I could get some relief from my super-aroused state. My hard-on was starting to seep, and my nuts ached dreadfully. After I had prodded, rubbed, and massaged her buttocks for a while, I leaned down and sort of placed myself on top of her, with my flagpole tending to nestle itself between her buttocks. I kissed her shoulders and her neck for a few moments. Then I got up and tugged on Bonnie to roll her over on her back. She easily complied, and with a slight smile, spread her legs apart. I climbed between her legs, and she immediately instructed, "Use your mouth first, Mister O." That was the first active encouragement I had from her that night, and I needed no further instructions. Hungrily, I kissed, licked, tongued, and sucked on her pussy, tasting the sweet nectar of her now profuse secretions. Bonnie became very uninhibited now as she approached orgasm. When she had that first orgasm, she rapidly rocked her hips and exclaimed with sounds such as "Ahhhh! Uhhhh! Ahhhh! Ohhhhh!" I gave her a moment to calm down, after which she placed both her hands on my head and pulled my face toward her pussy again. Without her saying a word, I knew she wanted more, and I devoured her crotch as before. A few moments later she rocked with another climax. After a pause, without being asked, I tasted her again and it took a bit longer to bring her to another raucous climax. Bonnie, still breathing heavily, pulled me over on top of her, grabbed my throbbing erection and placed it at the portal of her womanhood. A gentle thrust and I went inside of her easily. I slowly thrust all the way in to the hilt, and almost completely out again, a few times. She put her hands on my buttocks and said, "Be still! You'll last longer that way." I started to gently kiss her lips, and she responded with some very sweet kisses. Then I felt it. Her inner muscles were contracting with such a fine degree of control that it felt as though I was thrusting into her even though I was completely still. It was the ultimate. Kind of like getting a good blow job while inside of her. "Oh God, Bonnie, that feels so good!" I exclaimed, knowing that I would not last much longer. Then it happened. "Oh, Bonnie!" I cried as she brought me over the edge. I felt spurts of semen jetting out of me in hot pulses as I reeatedly called out her name in ecstacy. Silently we caressed. After a comfortable while she had me pull out of her and she got up and went to the bathroom. I freshened up in the other bathroom and put some clothes on. When Bonnie came back into the living room, she said severely, "I did not tell you to get dressed, Mister O. Take all those clothes off!" Then she began to put her clothes on. "Well, what are you waiting for?!" she continued. "Take off all those clothes!" I was getting a little irritated at her ordering me around in my own house. I held my irritation inside as I shed my clothing. After all, I'd just had the best sex ever, and she might be playing a game. I'll just go along with the game, I told myself. After she was fully dressed, shoes and all, she sat on the sofa and motioned for me to sit next to her. She began to fondle my testicles and penis. Her touch was very sensuous, and her cool hands felt good on my privates. It did not take very long for me to become fully erect again. Bonnie then released my privates and snuggled up to me. After a while I was no longer erect, but I was starting to become confused about her. Suddenly Bonnie pulled herself away from me, tenderly held my hands, looked into my eyes and stated, "Mister O, that started out as a backrub, remember? And you seduced me. That was a sin. And you led me into sin, also. And so you must be punished. I'm going to go out and cut some crepe myrtle switches, and give you a good thrashing." A look of surprise must have come over my face. This "sin" stuff definitely was not in the script. How could she really believe what she was saying, when she had reacted so passionately, and had so meticulously trained her vaginal muscles to provide such exquisite pleasure? She looked at my crotch area and smiled. I suddenly realized that I was becoming erect again. She continued, "I want you to acknowledge that you deserve a good switching." At the word "switch" I became harder. It was something Bonnie noticed too. Pressing me further, she said, "Go ahead. Tell me that you want me to cut some switches and punish you for your sinfulness. Down there, you admit it. But I want you to hear you say it." Then she was quiet. My heart was racing with fright and anticipation. Another minute went by with no one saying anything. She just looked at me. Several times, I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out, because I didn't even know what I was going to say. Finally after more merciless silence, I started to speak. "Bonnie," I said with a quavering voice. Then I paused. "Bonnie, I... I want..." Another pause. "I... Bonnie, I want you to, uh... punish me." I felt a little better after finally getting it out. "How do you want me to punish you, Mister O?" "With... with a switch." "You mean, you want me to go cut some switches and give you a good whipping?" she inquired? "Um... Yes." "Then say it!" she snapped. "Bonnie... I - I'd like you to cut some switches and... and punish me good." I was conscious of a raging erection as I was telling her this. "Very well. Get me some pruning shears and turn on the outside lights. The I will prepare some switches and thrash you for filling me up with your semen." I did as she directed, waiting in frightened anticipation of what was to come, as she spent several minutes outside gathering the switches. When she came back in the house, she was clutching four good-sized switches. Taking a sharp paring knife, she trimmed off the leaves and shoots, and smoothed out the surface of the switches. Then she rinsed tham off at the kitchen sink. Going into the living room where I had given her the massage, she took two of the back cushions from the sofa and laid them on the quilt, one on top of the other, and placed a large towel over them. "Come on, Mister O," she directed. "Face down on top of the pillows." As I took the mandated position, I wondered why I was doing this. Bonnie walked around and stood so that I could see her feet. "Mister O, I'm going to punish you very thoroughly. Once I start, I will not stop until I am finished. If you put your hands back there while I am switching you, I will continue to switch you right on top of them. If you turn over, I will still switch you, right on your front. So it would behoove you, Mister O, to stay face down, even though it will sting like the dickens. One more thing. If you think that you're not going to be able to avoid reaching back there, I can tie your hands together in front of you. I'd hate to see your hands with switch marks all over them. Well?" "Yes, Bonnie. Maybe you should tie my hands in front," I heard myself tell her. My mouth was so dry from trepidation that I could hardly speak at all. Bonnie fetched a kitchen towel and very snugly bound my hands in front of me, in a way that I could not untie the knots myself. Picking up a switch, she warned me, "Remember Mister O, if you turn over, I will switch your whats-his-name, so you'd better stay face down. And it's not over until I say so." There is no punishment like a switching. Bonnie briskly switched me with a fury that I did not imagine possible. Everywhere the switch struck me, I felt a white-hot streak of pain. I begged her for mercy, although I don't recall exactly the words I used. I bucked violently and writhed with twisting contortions as the switch relentlessly and vigorously whisked across my naked skin. There were few pauses, during which Bonnie no doubt grabbed a fresh switch to continue the merciless whipping. I must have almost turned to one side or the other as she switched me, because I remember some burning pain on the front of my hip area several times as Bonnie, true to her word, continued to switch where my bared buttocks were supposed to have been. When Bonnie finally stopped the switching, I still bucked and writhed, trying to deal with the intense pain, for some moments afterward, while she stood and calmly watched me. "Stay where you are, Mister O," said Bonnie. "I want to get something to soothe your distress." She came back a few moments later with some wet washcloths and some ointment. First she placed the cooling washcloths on my striped buttocks. After several minutes she gingerly lifted them off and poured some cream on her hands. I flinched when she touched my well-switched buttocks. She gently rubbed the ointment in until it was gone. "I'm going to stay the night with you Mister O", she stated matter-of-factly. "I'll be taking care of you and making you feel better," she cryptically added. When I got up I noticed there were shreds of the switches all about the room. She picked up most of them and tossed them, along with what was left of the switches that she used, into the trash basket. Bringing me a cool glass of water, she told me to drink it all, and when I had, she whispered in my ear, "Let's go to bed." In the bedroom Bonnie disrobed completely, and she took my hand and placed it in her crotch. She was dripping wet. In spite of the soreness from the switching, I started to get hard again. When Bonnie saw that, she smiled and got on the bed with her legs apart and said, "Come lay on top of me Mister O." She slipped my hard member in her pussy as I lay on top of her. She pulled me close so that her lips were next to my ear, and started whispering. "That feels good,Mister O." Bonnie began to very slightly manipulate her vaginal muscles so that I could not help thrusting in and out. I thrust harder and harder, and after several minutes she said, "I can feel it when a man squirts in there, Mister O." That sent me over the edge and I spurted and spurted as Bonnie moaned and trembled. I must have fallen asleep almost immediately, still inside Bonnie, since I awoke what must have been a couple hours later, still on top of her, with her arms around me. I rolled over on my back and slept until it was daylight. Bonnie had gotten up and dressed some time before I awoke. She came to the bedroom when I got up, and stood in the doorway. "Take a shower and get cleaned up, Mister O, and I'll fix us a little breakfast." I took as cool a shower as I could stand, and washed my switched bottom very tenderly to minimize the abrasive pain. When I finished drying off, Bonnie handed me a robe and said that breakfast was ready. Neither of us said much while we ate. Afterward she told me to go back to bed while she got things cleaned up. When Bonnie came back in the ebedroom, she had a container of skin cream. "Over you go, Mister O, time to put some more cream back there. I rolled over face down. Out of the corner of my eye I saw that she was undressing herself. Then she straddled my back and gently patted and rubbed the cream on my abrasions, until it had completely soaked in. "Roll over now Mister O," she commanded. When I was face up, she straddled my chest, placing her pubic area very close to my mouth. Reaching back with her hands, Bonnie brushed her fingers lightly around my crotch, noticing that I was rising to the occasion. "Like what you see, Mister O?" she inquired. Changing her position so that her pussy was right over my mouth, she said, "Use you mouth now, and make me feel good." Over the next half hour she climaxed three times, after which she straddled my throbbing erection and impaled herself on it. After a few minutes of moderate motion, Bonnie placed her hands on my chest with her fingers grasping my nipples and gently stimulating them. Suddenly she pinched both my nipples hard. I exclaimed and started bucking my hips. When she softened the pinching, I slowed down. Then she pinched hard again and I grabbed her arms while I bucked my hips some more. Well, I could not get her to let go, and the harder she pinched, the wilder I bucked, giving her a ride that she was obviously enjoying. "Bonnie, no! Please," I cried while my hips plunged up and down at a furious pace. She varied the tempo of the ride by altering the intensity of her pinching grip on my nipples, until I ejaculated profusely inside her. She used her inner muscles to milk every last drop out of me, pulled out, and scooted up so that she was straddling my chest again. Still straddling me, she got up into a kneeling position and placed her hands on her abdominal area, her fingers pointing toward her pussy. Using her vaginal muscles, Bonnie ejected the creamy mixture of our juices in flowing pulses, letting the mixture pour on to my chest. A copious amount had accumulated after several pulses, and Bonnie used her hands to rub the mixture all over my front. "Stay there, she said," and quickly got dressed. Then she nonchalantly announced, "I have to go home now. Bye," and left. I spent a few hours in a confused state, then realized I had to get out of the house to clear my head. I was feeling better after a walt through a park, visiting some bookstores, and a meal at a crowded diner. I awoke durign the night feeling aroused and masturbated furiously, all the while thinking of Bonnie's antics and her well-schooled pussy. The following Tuesday, I got "summoned" to her workstation where she was doing some data entry. When I went over to her, she pointed to her shoulders. I started to massage them, and felt a boner coming on. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+